More on that later. This is the second completely unsolicited yet strangely perfect gift that has arrived at my desk in the last month. The other one was sent anonymously, is directly related to a long-running Poop topic, and will be revealed once I figure out how the gift figures into the Chronicle’s ethics policy. (And once I find a tailor in the East Bay who has a really good sense of humor. Any suggestions?)

Speaking of ethics, as promised I haven’t consumed a single drop of anything that Whitney Mares sent us last year. The new bottle of Red Stag label Jim Beam will join the three others, which will make up the centerpiece of our The Poop Meet-Up/Giraffey’s 2nd Birthday Celebration gift baskets that four of you will be taking home. (Or maybe one of you will take home two. While attendance by The Poop’s regular writers will be 100 percent, I’m getting worried that this is going to be like a Flight of the Conchords gig.)

The Progresso High Fiber Chicken Tuscany soup will be there as well. I’ve included Whitney’s note below, which sort of explains the soup thing. I’m pretty sure Axl Rose was never photographed with Progresso soup covering his crotch, but I’m going to include it in the gift baskets any way. Economic times are tough and everything …

I’ll post a photo tomorrow with the gift baskets and a last-minute note. See you on Sunday!